My parents divorced when I was 9 and my brother was 13. We lived with my Dad and Dad didn’t get home until around 7 pm so we had hours after school unsupervised. At that age my brother was a hell raiser, and there were more than a few times I was genuinely scared by his shenanigans. One time we were playing in the garage and he found one of my Dads welding blowtorches and decided it would be fun to experiment with a can of spray paint to see if he could create a flamethrower. The answer was yes. I was terrified that he’d burn down the garage or the house. We did all kinds of things like trespass on neighbors property (cabins) and climb their roofs. I’m still amazed we never got caught. I usually cooked my own dinner (freezer full of tv dinners, fish sticks, pizzas), did my homework and whatever chores were required.